Jill's mournful expression wasn't helping any as I crossed to join her and Rosebert, those two closing ranks and glaring at me like this was my idea.
Let them. I had a job to do. And no way was I doing it with this crew. Ack. Bad choice of words. I whipped out my phone as I stopped beside Jill and dialed a familiar number, knowing there was a 50/50 chance he wouldn't answer if he was already distracted.
To my surprise, Dad picked up almost immediately. "I heard," he growled. "Grapevine. Viv made you sheriff?" Why did it sound like he was trying not to laugh?
"If you'd please get yourself to the sheriff's office," I ground out through clenched teeth, "Deputy Fleming," let him chew on that a minute as Robert grunted like I'd kicked him somewhere it hurt a lot, "I'll brief you on the case."